In my teens I was horribly vain and clothes-obsessed. On times I wouldn't leave my bedsit because I felt that I didn't have any decent clobber. What's worse is I'm not talking about Italian suits and silk shirts, oh no, I'm talking about nasty early 80s indie kit.
One of the delights of middle age is the way that you can turn your back on all that nonsense and just wear what pleases you.
However, last weekend I went off on a solo motorcycle to a summer rally, which I haven't done for a while now. In fact I haven't really done much 'social' motorcycling at all for a couple of years. I wore black leather bike jeans tucked into black jackboots with white seasocks rolled over the top. Over a checked shirt I wore my eye-wateringly expensive replica Irving flying jacket. On the way back from the rally I realised, as a car passenger watched me wide-eyed, that I haven't really changed that much, I'm still a bit too conscious of what I wear (on a bike at least) and I'm still a bit of a show-off. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
What makes it worse is that when I got home I later decided to go for a short bimble. I actually took a minute or two to decide what to wear (dark blue jeans with turn-ups, brown lace-up boots, vintage Levis denim jacket under an off-white windcheater, white scarf knotted at my neck). If I'd been in proper trousers in the first place then I probably would have just thrown a jacket on and gone, but because I had to change (I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt) I took the time to wear what I thought looked good.
I know the stock biker's reply to all this would be a bluff "I just wears what I wants to", but come on, I can't be the only one who sometimes thinks about what they are going to wear on the bike, am I?
RobG, for one, has a penchant for welders boots with seasocks over the top and I have to admit he often looks very stylish on his bike. I have wondered if he has a mirror on his garage wall where he practices this

Cheers
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